Before long, Xiao Chen, along with the three warriors, ventured once again into this blood-soaked wilderness-like valley. Two days had passed since the violent outburst of the resentful spirits. The pitch-black scenery of the valley had dimmed, and the mountainous area was still shrouded in darkness. The previously dense wilderness—once teeming with venomous bugs and roamed by tigers and wolves—was now devoid of life after the rampage of the resentful spirits. It must be noted that the devastation caused by the spirits went on for tens of thousands of miles, wiping out all the fierce beasts in the area.
After delving several miles into the valley, Xiao Chen and the others visited the end of the Bloody Valley once more. The purple-black cliff was barren, with crumbled giant stones scattered around. The formerly bottomless black hole beneath the cliff had been completely obscured by endless barren soil and fragmented rocks, concealing any traces of what once was.
